Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.